Timing (Work in progress)

she asked him to give her some time
So that she can prepare her mind
with the happiness from inside
at the thought of being his bride

the distance pushed and pulled hard
his deck was filled with joker cards
because that what made him sublime
is if she gave him more of her time

and he knew if his time was to be bide’d
that the darkness within would be subsided
and the lovely conversion that draws so near
of changing him completely into love from fear

and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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he had given what he could and he had waited
as he dwells on things that were unstated
hearing all the things that the whispers say
attempting to disregard as much as he may

a few seemed to escape and would run loose
and dance while entwining that bloody noose
a pocket full of fake secrets burning holes
in that holds true of all that he knows.

she is wasting the time that you handed
there will not be a pair you’re stranded
you can’t stand tall you’ve already fell
these are a few of the secrets they tell

and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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he stops to find himself recalling a date
last week in fact though the time was late
undressed in bed while holding her tight
lips deeply pressed throughout the night

it brings him up into the bright and soon
and he beams a smile while he hums that tune
while the days he can typically endeavor
the nights he has seem to last forever

so he lives by the pen pressed to that page
but he dies by the blade held by the sage
all he has is time and he’s been giving it out
biding and waiting is what life is now about.

and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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so he spends every moment of his day
madamsal in mind in every single way
soon enough a real new day will begin
when he might be able to hold his vioLynn.

because there isn’t a thing he can watch
there isn’t a single minute on that clock
and he can’t pick up any of his video games
because without her nothing feels the same

so he’s left with his pen and his page
fighting off the damn blade with his rage
so he sits so quietly and constantly alone
putting ink on a page just like this one

and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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